Lyrics:
and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
(I will shit on you, I
right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly
I'm still grippin culo, I'm still papi chulo
Tryna move into 5D with my 3rd eye
You knew though
I don't know nowadays why they hating on me
Man, it's
a plush Jetta
Or an Audi, a Benz, or a Jaguar
You didn't think G. Rap was going that far
I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off
And now
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
Young beast from the East
So you know I put it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangster girl
With the fly G slide international (is wretch you know)
By
looked as I'm living lavish
But on my 3rd bimmer headed to work still up in the traffic jam
Fuckin up a chicken sango upon demand
While they spectate they
Namashkar deviyon aur sajjano swagat hai aapka
The Dwij Times mein
Mera jeevan ek mazaak hai
Iss album mein kahi gyi kissi b baat ko gambhirta se na
Jordan Holt (played the keys on the hook and did the transition at the end)
3). Backdrops- Mathaius Young (produced the beat) Jordan Holt (added keys
and leave all innocence behind
On the 28th degree where angels flew
This rakish king and his erotic wife
Who pose on winding staircases
With yogoslavian
the heath. The drab light lent everything an insubstantiality, intensifying the curious end-of-term feeling I had, the sense that the days themselves were
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay
I'm digging all in the Goodie Bag each and every day
Ooh shit!
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
me, just might park to see
Multiply all my hunnids, I'm a double G
Nigga I be on the bullshit, number twenty-three
Let me demonstrate a murder
dimensions boring me
Injustice, fear and greed, divide and conquer it's appalling g
All of this is by design
Your puny lives ain't worth a dime
I've got
Why don't you, sit right back
And I, I may tell you, a tale
A tale of three, little pigs
And a big, bad, wolf
Well the first little piggy, well
a drink, clink, found the bud light
Bad bitches like me, is hard to come by
The patron own, let's go get it on
The zone own, yes, I'm in the zone
Is it
front
And they swing it from left to right until it ends
But then they all catch feelings and the Psycho shows
And that's when they become them passive
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
(I've been thinking) huh?
(Maybe you come get me) and do what?
Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat me
Okay
[Record scratches at end of hook]
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you
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